Warnings: Explicit usage of language.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving the Star Wars Universe other than a POP Poe figurine. All characters belong to their creators. Seraphine and other OCs are my personal characters unless otherwise mentioned.

Author's Note: I AM SORRY, I JUST FINISHED FINALS SO THESE LAST TWO WEEKS HAVE BEEN STRESSFUL. Hopefully I will be able to resume my normal schedule again.

So a ton of the people in this following scene are named but not in the movie, so I am going to refer to them as they were in the credits. It is kind of confusing if you don't know all of their backstories but they will be included at the bottom from Wiki (I am a freak and know way too much about the extended universe), so bare with me and hopefully you all remember the scene from the movie.

NAME CHANGE ALERT: I have changed the name from "For an Angel's Broken Heart" to "Someone Take Me Home." The title is inspired by a song: Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha – Home. It a song I love, and was listening to while I was writing this chapter and realized how well it fit. So yah. :)

Chapter Ten - Lemons and Limes Are My Favorite Fruits But They Aren't Quite In Season Yet

When the reconnaissance mission returned, he had to go back for work. He had tried to find Seraphine after she had left, but she seemed to purposefully avoiding him. Again. So he headed to the meeting, and tried his best to push all other thoughts out of his mind. It wasn't working too well. He was still tasting her lips, and he could still hear his screams no matter how hard he focused on anything else. His mind was a whirly mess that he couldn't make sense of, and he hated it. He need a mission. He need a purpose. He need something to set him straight.

He needed something to fix him.

He focused on the data in front of him, that he had to present. "The scan data from the from Snap's reconnaissance flight confirms Finn's report."

Temmin "Snap" Wexley further exclaimed. "They've somehow created a hyper-lightspeed weapon built within the planet itself." Poe's eyes moved off of the other pilot when he noticed Seraphine sneak into the back of the room. She sulked in, and crossed her arms remaining in the shadows. He barely could make her out, but it was as if she was all he could see.

Taslin Brance asked, "A laser cannon?" Poe kept his eyes on Seraphine, still paying attention to Tas's words, but when she looked at him he maintained the eye contact. She tilted her head and looked at him strangely, maintaining true eye contact for the first time since she had met him. Before she had always looked away, no matter who it was. She would shift awkwardly, rub her arm, and do whatever she could to avoid it. But she was looking right back into his eyes.

Poe swallowed, suddenly having a feeling that she was looking straight through him. That she was aware of a truth even he did not know. Snap shook his head, "We're not sure how to describe a weapon of this scale." The words were almost lost to Poe's ears. All he could see was her.

"It's another death star." Caluan Ematt muttered, drawing Poe's attention from the collection agent back to the man who recruited him to join the Resistance. He forced himself to focus, to look away, to focus. He had a mission. He needed a mission. He could still hear the screams. He needed his mission.

Poe sighed and started to adjust items on the hologram. "I wish that was the case, Major. This was the Death Star. And this is Starkiller Base."

The crowd gasped and even Seraphine's mouth dropped open, staring at that screen. It was huge, it was unthinkable. Unbeatable. There was no way the Resistance was going to win this. The Rebellion had barely blown up the Death Star all those years ago, and she was pretty sure the Rebellion was better staffed and had more firepower than the Resistance. How had the First Order even built such a thing? How did they even come up with such a thing?

Why did her universe have to be so obsessed with war?

Why was her universe so obsessed with death?

So much death.

So much pain.

Too much.

When would it all end?

Han simply shrugged, "So it's big."

"How is it possible to power a weapon of that size." Admiral Gial Ackbar questioned shaking his head in marvel.

Finn jumped in to explain, "It uses the power of the sun. As the weapon is charged, the sun is drained until it disappears.

"Ma'am." A officer softly commented before handing the General a new piece of material.

Leia took a deep breath before altering the rest of the group. "The First Order, they're charging the weapon again now. Our system is the next target." The crowd murmured in shock and despair. As the conversation begun to focus on how to destroy the weapon, Seraphine stopped paying attention. She had never been good at this stuff, planning and strategies. Both her and Ben had taken lessons in it, and while Ben loved it, she found boring, it involved too much thinking. She had always prefered to handle things on her own, in a hand to hand fight, or to avoid to confrontation completely.

She liked what she could control.

She liked to be alone.

That way she didn't have to worry about anyone else safety. That way she didn't have to feel the guilt if people had died because the orders were bad, or with the presumption that soldiers are expendable. That as long as the battle is won, the deaths along the way didn't matter. This way she only had to watch her own back and wouldn't have anyone else's death on her shoulders. She couldn't take anymore.

She wasn't meant to be a leader.

She cared too much about whether others lived and died.

What she cared about was the fact that there was going to be a team going down to the planet's surface. What she cared about was that Ben was probably going to be there. What she cared about was saving Ben from the darkness he had found himself in. Just as he had for her.

"All right, let's go." Poe called and the group scattered to go run off and prepare for the upcoming battle. He started to leave the room, finally feeling focused, when a voice caused him to stop in his tracks.

"Han, I am coming." Seraphine commented slowly and Han looked at the young woman before nodding slowly.

Poe was numb. He had a mission, he was going to go blow up the planet, but how could he do that if she was on it? It was a suicide mission, both of their missions were, and there was a high chance that neither of them were ever going to return. It was too dangerous, she was innocent. It was too dangerous. She shouldn't be there.

He had a mission, why was this bothering him so much? He had a mission and he was going to complete it, why was this bothering him? Why was he thinking about the life of one woman rather than the life of all his men and all of his friends? All of the people important to him?

He hadn't even known her for a week and his mission was to protect his men. He would do anything for his men, he would complete his mission. He would blow up that planet, even if she was on it.

But he had full intentions of not letting her be.

When she finished her hushed conversation with Han, and started to leave the room, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into one of the side areas. When the door closed they were left in silence, and for a moment the panic and movement outside was forgotten.

"What the fuck, Dameron?" She swore bitterly throwing her arms up, but Poe simply stood between her and the door with his arms crossed. She wasn't going on this mission.

"You aren't going, it's too dangerous." He replied, keeping his tone low, using the voice he used to issue orders. She was not going on this mission.

"You don't own me, Dameron. You don't fucking control me." Seraphine shouted loudly, her hands rather quickly forming into fists.

Poe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had used the wrong tone, the wrong words, and with her background this could end very badly. He did not control her. No. He just wanted her to safe. That is all he wanted. For her to be safe. With his eyes still closed he softly replied, "I am not trying to control you, Seraphine. I am trying to keep you safe."

Seraphine took a step towards him and Poe opened his eyes. "I ain't some fucking damsel in distress, pretty boy, I don't need saving. I can take care of myself."

Poe shook his head. "It's a suicide mission."

"So is yours! Look at you, you barely have any pilots or fighters, Dameron. You have barely a percent of their firepower, no matter how you look at it, you are going to die." Seraphine shoot back.

"I believe we can do it!" Poe replied with the fake confidence he always portrayed. He didn't. He didn't at all. He expected to die every time he took off, and he didn't know how he hadn't yet.

He had lost so many good men, so many good friends to that fake confidence and suicide mission orders. Maybe it was finally his time to not come back, and if he saved everyone else how could he possibly regret that? Maybe it was his time to die, but he still had a mission to complete. And he just wanted her to be safe.

"Then your concussion was worse than the doctors thought and you have officially lost your mind." Seraphine replied. During their conversation she had been moving closer to the pilot and now they were almost on top of each other. She glared at the man. "Get outta my way."

"No."

"Dameron, get the fuck out of my way."

"No." Poe repeated.

The two of them simply looked at each other.

"You know just how bad things are, that we are are going to die. Most likely all of us at the hands of the First Order." Seraphine half-whispered, tilting her head up slightly to look into Poe's eyes.

"That's why we have to stop them." Poe replied, matching her volume. He felt like she was looking into his soul again, that she was seeing things that he didn't want her too. She was innocent and he ruined everything he touched. He was too tainted, his hands had too much blood on them. So many people had died because of him, he didn't deserve anything. He deserved to not land again.

And she was seeing this. The inner turmoil within his eyes. His dark brown eyes just looked empty. Just looked tired. He was done. He was hurting. And she knew it was probably Ben's fault. It was probably her fault. It was all her fault.

"You are going to die." Seraphine slowly started and Poe's face begun to show what his eyes were. He was breaking, he wasn't able to keep up that fake confidence he did for his men. Not in front of her.

His voice begun to crack as he managed to croak out, "I know. But I have to stop them."

Seraphine eyes darted all over his face and slowly her hand reached up to cradle his cheek. Her hand was so cold, and he slightly sank into. Just like it had before, he could concentrate on it. Concentrate on her. And slowly everything else began to go away.

They were both right, the other's mission was a suicide mission. They probably weren't going to survive this. They probably were going to die and the First Order would succeed and there was nothing either of them could do about it.

And if they were going to die, didn't they have to do their best to live with no regrets?

Neither of them knew who moved first, but one second they were looking in each other's eyes and the next their lips were together. Neither of them intended this, but when their brains caught up to their actions, they couldn't stop.

She tasted like what he could only describe as heaven and it made his head spin.

He tasted like honey, far sweeter than she thought she would ever deserve.

As he lowered his hands to her back and pulled her in closer to him he could feel as if there were sparks jumping off his fingers. Every touch made his heart beat faster, every second just made him want more.

She felt like she couldn't breath, but she didn't care because she did not want too. When she was with him, even from the moment since he first spoke to her she knew something she didn't want to admit. That she could feel something, something that she had never felt before. Something she thought she was far too broken too.

When they finally pulled away from each other in order to breath, they kept their eyes locked and stayed close. Seraphine's hands were both on Poe's neck, her fingers in his hair and behind his ears. He closed his eyes and took a breath. When he reopened them, there was a fire burning in them.

She barely caught the movement and the next thought her brain processed, he had hosted her up so her legs were around his hips. When her back slammed against the door she let out a short laugh, and then met his lips, matching his fire.

When they were together, they were focused just on each other. Their minds weren't stuck in thoughts that they did not want to be having, their past was not haunting them, placing weight on the shoulders. When they were together they were free.

As their tongues battled, Poe's brain melted and Seraphine felt like she was on fire. That every part of her was burning, but oh how she wanted more. Her hands moved up from his neck in order to sink into his hair and Poe gripped her hips tighter in response. She had to hold back a moan when this caused them to get a whole lot closer. So close. Yet way to much material between them.

She might have held back the moan but Poe noticed the way she stiffened. When he snickered he got a response of a bite to the lip, which as much as he was surprised to admit it, simply turned him on more.

And it was pretty easy for her to tell that.

Eventually reality caught up with them. It had too. They had a mission, they both did. They could only be lost with each other for so long before they remembered they had to go and save the universe. Slowly they pulled back, keeping their foreheads against each other as they tried to remember how to breathe.

Seraphine dropped to the floor, but kept her hands on Poe's face and lowered him down with her. She gave him a light kiss, a sweeter kiss. "I'm sorry. I have to go save Ben."

And with that she was gone.

Author's Note: Like I said I was in finals season and spent most of my time studying, but I really do love this story and all of you for all of the support. Thank you!

The following characters are NOT OCs and are part of the existing Star Wars universe, more information can be found on the character's WIKI pages as this is where most of the info was collected from:

Temmin "Snap" Wexley is a pilot and the leader of the the Blue Squadron and a member of the Black Squadron. He is portrayed in the movie by Greg Grunberg.

Taslin Brance is a major in the resistance and also the one who had the unfortunate pleasure of letting everyone know of the destruction of Hosnian Prime. He is portrayed by Emun Elliott.

Caluan Ematt is a lieutenant (referred to as Major within the film) who was a member of both the Rebellion (Alliance to Restore the Republic) and the Resistance and is a friend of General Organa. He is portrayed by Andrew Jack in the latest movie. Andrew Jack primarily worked as a language coach for a large group of the cast, including Daisy Ridley.

Admiral Gial Ackbar is a admiral who has served as a revolutionary soldier in the Clone Wars, the Galactic Civil War (the Rebellion), the Cold War, and the Resistance. Basically a badass who fought for 60 years. In both his original appearance (Return of the Jedi) and his latest (Force Awakens), he is puppeted by Tim Rose and voiced by Erik Bauersfeld. He is most known for the famous line "It's a trap!" Erik Bauersfeld has unfortunately since passed away at age 93, after a wonderful career in the radio.

Sneak Peak Into Chapter Eleven

He focused on his mission and she focused on hers. It was easier that way. Neither knew if they would even see each other again, as war tended to be that way. War was cruel to all who it touched, and they had both lost enough to not expect anything different. They both left that room and never looked back, their minds clear for the first time in a long time. They knew what they had to do.

The Resistance Base was very busy, Seraphine ducking around the people running around her as she walked towards the Falcon. She remembered the inside of that ship like the back of her hand, but she still struggled to take the first step onto the ramp. When she had been on this ship, there had been so many happy memories. She had been so young, she hadn't known any better. So much had changed. It had been too long.

She could hear Han and Chewie moving around as they prepared for the trip. She could almost hear the laughter of a boy and a woman among them, she could almost see his black hair as he ran past her. So much had changed, and yet it was still almost here. It was almost like she could see it, she could hear it, she could taste it, she could feel it. Her heart screamed for it to be real.

It was almost like everything that had happened had been a dream, an awful nightmare, that she was still a kid again, that Ben was still here. That everything was okay and she had a family again. It was almost like she was home, a home that hadn't been hers for a long time. It was almost like she was safe, a feeling she could barely remember.

Finn rushed past her onto the ship, snapping her attention back to the present.

She had a mission. She needed to save him. She needed to save Ben.

And she would do anything she had to in order to.

For the past was the past, and there was nothing she could do to change that. No matter how bad she wanted too, she would never be able to go back to that time. To the time where everything was alright. It was gone, and it had barely been hers to hold onto.

But there future was still up in the air. And she could still ave him. NO matter what happened to her along the way.

She didn't matter.

Only he did.

She had failed to save him the first time.

She would not fail again.